(one)

"Could you go get me a syringe, please?" Cameron mumbles through the IV bag she has clenched in her teeth. Thirteen rolls her eyes. As much as she would love to play Dr. Cameron's assistant, she has better things to do: save lives, for instance. Cameron turns her blonde head and shoots Thirteen a look.

"Go," she says, though it sounds like 'gwhy' through her teeth; Thirteen sighs and walks to the supply cabinet, silently cursing the nursing staff and MA's for neglecting their duties. She rounds the corner and hears Chase's accent echoing through the hallway; she thinks nothing of it and continues toward him, until she hears her name.

So, like a rational, well trained member of House's team, she crouches behind a potted plant.

"I'm telling you, House is going to fire one of us. I don't even know if I want to stay; I'm not entirely sure why Cameron hasn't gone back to the ER…"

"Talk to her," Thirteen recognizes the voice as Foreman's.

"There hasn't been a lot of talking."

"Well, that's your fault," Thirteen detects the dislike in Foreman's voice and smirks. Foreman continues, "If you two can't get the issues between you two sorted out, it's just going to get worse. You have to tell her about the dictator."

"She's already accusing me of cheating."

"Maybe she's projecting," Thirteen feels a lump form in her throat as Foreman speaks. She stands and smoothes out her white-coat as she hears their footsteps approaching.

"Cheating with whom?" Chase laughs. "Thirteen?" He rounds the corner and nearly smacks into the brunette. Foreman is standing beside him with a look of bemusement plastered on his face.

"Uh, hi Thirteen," Chase pauses, not sure of how much she's heard. "I was just…"

"What or who am I cheating on now?" Thirteen crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows. Chase looks uncomfortable.

"A bet House made… he said you would break up Cuddy and Lucas with your bisexual wiles," Chase licks his lips; he's lying. Thirteen stiffens her mouth; Chase takes it as a look of annoyance while Thirteen is trying to hide a smile. His excuse makes absolutely no sense.

"Cuddy isn't my type," the brunette brushes roughly past the two men and down the hall to the supply cabinet.

(two)

"Why are you still here?" Thirteen re-enters the patient's room with the syringe. Cameron looks up from a chart; the man they are treating is asleep, evident by the faint snoring coming from the bed. Thirteen hands the needle to Cameron, who injects the IV and shrugs, shaking her head.

"That's not entirely your business."

"I think it is, since Cuddy is about to blow a gasket. I heard Chase and Foreman talking."

"Really now?" Cameron deadpans, "Two colleagues who have worked together for five years speaking together? Unimaginable."

"Well, I thought you'd like to know that your darling Aussie was confiding in Foreman that one of us is going to get fired, and he's not sure why you're still working with House. You're not in love with him, are you?" Thirteen sticks out her bottom lip mockingly and Cameron scowls.

"Yes, I want to divorce Chase and have crabby, crippled babies with a man who will probably leave me in the future for his best friend."

Thirteen snorts and leans against the wall.

"I thought so."

The two stand in silence for a few moments before Cameron purses her lips and sets the chart back on the bed. She gives Thirteen a look before walking out of the room; Thirteen wonders what she said.

(three)

"Are you sleeping with Thirteen?" House sits in his usual place at the table, his feet up. The question is open, addressed to no one in particular.

"I thought I was supposed to be using my bisexual wiles to seduce Cuddy," Thirteen mumbles. She's staring into a file, stirring her coffee absentmindedly; she lightly elbows Taub, who grins.

"Whoever said that?" House sits up and props his head on his fist. "Because it wasn't me…" he scans the men in the room, passing Foreman's expressionless face and settling on Chase, who is nervously shuffling papers.

"I thought they didn't have rumors in Australia."

"House, that makes no sense."

"Where's your wifey?"

"I'm going to assume with the patient, considering he needs to be monitored…" Chase and House stare at each other for a moment and Thirteen shrugs innocently when they both glance at her. Chase looks slightly defeated; he's been caught in the lie.

"Thirteen, go check on Cameron. But I'd advise you to keep your bisexual wiles in check—Daddy's watching," House tilts his head slightly and winks, then focuses his gaze back on Chase. Thirteen sweeps out of the room, leaving to the men alone with House and his malicious smile.

Author's Note: I've got a House-fic craving, haha. It's hard to write SVU when you've got

Thirteen on the brain; anyways, hope you enjoy, and yes, this will go up to thirteen, haha. Title seems self-explanatory. C;

C&C is loved~ though I use fic as a warm up, as previously explained.

--Wallie